Faster Than Time lyrics

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Faster Than Time lyrics

Posted on December 31, 2013

[ VERSE 1: Dre Robinson ]So now they call us pioneersRemember fresh out the jungle?Hittin the launch pad like the lion hereDre the truth, ain’t no lyin thereI’m a beast like Eli, in my city I’m a Giant thereKept writin and rectin like my time was nearMovin at a fast pace, I ain’t had no time to spareThe total package – my kind is rareHad labels showin me dotted lines like, Sign it hereSo my time is hereThe flow cold like sittin outside in the winter on a iron chairStill street, so I always got the iron nearAnd the goons too, I’m a goon tooF. Crew from the womb to the tomb, dukeBe a star – that I was groomed toWatch how the boy shineRed lights and road blocks’ll never stop how the boy grind

[ CHORUS: Slaine ]I tell you nothin moves faster than timeIt never stops or slows down at allAll my best friends and enemies, I don’t know them at allNo more, no more, no more, no moreI tell you nothin moves faster than timeIt never stops or slows down at allSo I guess I should fall back but I ain’t got nowhere to fallNo more, no more, no more

[ VERSE 2: DL ]This is the last rhyme I’m ever settingsSick of competin with the kids with skinny jeans and jegginsAll of my life I tried to write the creative blessingBut it seems God ain’t respondin to my endless textinIt’s okay though, I’m a warrior with my daddy’s spiritI spit with the intensity, so my daddy’ll hear itSplittin image and inherited the hustle spirit( ? ) coins still collectin, ain’t quite cleared itThe bank account is WeightWatcher, refuse to get chunkyAs a result I don’t waste my words to promote my moneyI ain’t got it, put all my focus into my projectHeart and soul, fuck goin gold, but would like a profitTake a penny, leave a penny, call it expositionHollywood dreamin off my little bitty compositionI write with the Passion of Christ, I’m nice on my GibsonTrust and believe in myself when no one else didn’t

[ CHORUS: Slaine ]

[ VERSE 3: Slaine ]It’s been a lotta years, man I came a long wayI close my eyes and feel those days when the song playsBeen up in the hallway, damn I went the wrong wayI was on a mission, wouldn’t listen to what moms sayFuck it, why would he? In the streets I would ( ? )Where if you speak to me wrong you would get beat till you’re bloodyNow your speakers are bumpy cause when when my sneakers are cruddyI had this unkillable dream of maybe reachin somebodyMy features like my father but with different creatures, I’m uglyAnd ( ? ) the dark secrets of the creeps and the druggiesMy therapist says I’m reachin for people to love meBut my spirit’s full of feelings, so fuck a therapistAnd my heir is just coming of ageI remember bein with Dre and Daniel spittin hungry young on the stageI wrote these lyrics cause I had somethin I wanted to sayI thank the Lord that I’m honored this way